as a passing maiden
whose natural ebullience sparks
the embers of youthful masculinity
and forms a resolute resolve
to play the demigod
on the alters of Eros
no more innocent an ink
did grace the parchment
how indelible!
in the belly of the day
in perfect harmony, a poem wrote
that ran;
''let us meet,where the rock crumbles
and when the dawn cracks
and see the sun set in our lives.''
so each year he ran,
where the rock crumbled
when the dawn cracked
and saw the sun set in his life.
beauty fades away
like the sands of time
it goes away
and the past comes to haunt
the letters unread
the unfulfilled pleas
and desperation ignites until
that year she ran
where the rock crumbles
when the dawn cracked
to see if the sun had set
oh how the story goes
and there was love untold
upon the young and the old
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